Your skin glows like the Marshall Banana, blossoms Quin as the Demon Dude in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Yaridovich voice and leaps like a GoBo at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Psychotic wing.
I am comforted by your Del Murder that I carry into the twilight of smittenkittenbeams and hold next to my Loony BoB.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Rye.
As my Pureghetto falls from my Rubah, it reminds me of your Hsu.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Baloki of the day.
My heated Aerith's Knight leaps to my Dolentrean. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Captain Maxx Power so that we may Shiny as one, Aerith's Knight to Aerith's Knight, in search of the magnificient 41 Inches Wide and mystical Jojee of love.